FUCK ME OR FAIL? I

MIA

Mia stood outside Dean Marcus Blackwood’s office, her knees shaking. At 19, she was a terrible student — always had been. She’d cheated on the final math exam out of pure desperation. Somehow, the strict 45-year-old dean had caught her on camera. The video was crystal clear.

She knocked softly. “Come in.”

Dean Blackwood sat behind his large oak desk, looking powerful in his tailored shirt. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair and a commanding presence that made students nervous.

“Sit down, Mia.”

She sat, clutching her skirt. “Dean… please. I’m so sorry. I’ll do extra credit, anything. Just don’t expel me. My parents will kill me.”

He leaned back, smirking coldly. He turned his monitor toward her and pressed play. There she was, clearly copying answers. “This is enough to ruin your future. Unless…”

“Unless?” she whispered, innocent eyes wide.

“Unless you convince me to delete it.” His gaze dropped to her full chest and smooth thighs. “Lock the door.”

Mia’s heart pounded. She was innocent — only one ex-boyfriend, and the sex had been quick, awkward, and disappointing. She’d never even had a real orgasm. But she had no choice.

She locked the door.

Dean Blackwood stood up, towering over her. “Bend over my desk.”

“W-what?” Her voice trembled.

“Now, or I send this video to the entire faculty and your parents.”

Tears pricked her eyes, but she obeyed, bending over the desk. Her short pleated skirt rode up, exposing her white cotton panties.

He stepped behind her and yanked her skirt higher. “Such a naughty little cheater. And still wearing innocent panties like a virgin.”

His large hand came down hard — SMACK — on her ass. Mia yelped.

“Beg me to punish you,” he ordered.

“I… I don’t know how,” she whimpered.

“Then I’ll teach you.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Mia cried out as the dean spanked her ass hard, turning it bright red. Each slap echoed in the office. Her panties were soaked despite her fear.

“You’ve never been properly fucked, have you?” he growled, rubbing her sore cheeks.

“N-no, sir… My ex was… quick. I never… came,” she admitted shamefully.

“Good. I’m going to ruin that innocent pussy.”

He pulled her panties down roughly, exposing her tight, shaved pussy. She was dripping. He slid two thick fingers along her slit, then pushed them inside her without warning.

“Ahh!” Mia gasped, gripping the desk. His fingers were so much bigger than her ex’s. He curled them, stroking her inner walls while his thumb found her clit.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Say it.”

“It… it feels good, sir,” she moaned softly.

“Not good enough.” He spanked her again. “Use filthy words like a proper whore.”

Mia’s face burned with embarrassment. “It… it feels so good in my pussy, sir…”

He finger-fucked her faster, making wet squelching sounds. Her legs shook. She’d never felt anything like this.

Dean Blackwood unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, veined cock. It was much bigger than her ex’s. He rubbed the fat head up and down her dripping slit.

“Beg for it.”

“Please… fuck me, sir,” she whispered.

He slapped her ass hard. “Louder. Filthier.”

“Please fuck my tight little pussy, Dean! I need your big cock!” she cried, voice breaking with shame and need.

He slammed into her in one brutal thrust.

“Fuuuuck!” Mia screamed. The stretch was intense. He didn’t give her time to adjust — he started pounding her hard over the desk, his heavy balls slapping against her clit.

“Such a tight cheating cunt,” he groaned. “Gripping me like a virgin whore.”

He reached around and rubbed her clit while fucking her deep. Mia’s eyes rolled back. The pleasure was overwhelming.